all the things
we can do, may break our neck
all those wings [necks] that we broke, will not fly [bounce] again
so we do some harm and break some dawn : "you know: the grown is
where harm is.."

We bring the sun
up, set the sun, bring the sun down.

I hear this broken
voice like it would be still beside my ear.
Somebody helped the mindman to leave the leaves, helped him to be leaves
instead of steady being in believe.

"Believe in
me as I believe you."
I believe in youth. The kitten of youth. There might be another
picture soon. Right no-w-here it's just no real illusion,
but a disillusioned realness: the feeling of breathing real breath,
the outpouring of your life as she stands so close to me,
it just seemed for a second, there couldn't be any isolé again.

We kneel down as
we we kneel young in the slow waters
of evolutioning ourselfs using the ex-perience,
becoming the peril experts. Paint or perish. Become experished.
Experishmentality. The human medicine.
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